Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Too Much Part 2-Mitch Rapp

Mitch's POV

I watched as a few guys carefully carried the gurney out of the gym. Once the door had shut, I looked around to see all the remaining guys staring at me. Staring wasn't the right word. Neither was glaring. It was more like murdering me with their eyes.

I ran my hand through my hair as I turned and started walking to my gym bag over in the corner. I looked down when I noticed a guy walking towards me. As I was about to pass him, he roughly grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"I know you're new here," he said under his breath, "but you need to get over yourself. Y/N is well respected here. You disrespect her, you disrespect all of us. In other words, hurt her again and you'll be the one on the way to the infirmary."

He let go of me and walked away. I looked over my shoulder to see some of the other guys giving him nods and patting him on the back. I turned back around and sighed when another guy was right in front of me.

"If you haven't figured it out, we're all pretty protective of Y/N." I was about to respond, but he shook his head. "And not because she's a girl. We're protective of her because she's one of us. Are you?"

I let out an annoyed sigh as he walked away. As I got my bag and headed back to my bunk, every guy I passed glared at me.

"All this because I was too rough on her?" I mumbled. "Why is everyone so damn intense around here?"

* * * * *

It's been a week since I sparred with Y/N and I haven't seen her since Hurley took her to the infirmary. Then again, it's not like I've tried to see her.

I wasn't allowed to. No one was. Whenever someone asked about her, Hurley would just shake his head and say she needed rest. And then he'd glare at me before turning on his heel and leaving.

I looked over at the clock and sighed when I saw it was barely past 2 am. I threw my blanket off and quietly made my way to the kitchen. I hesitated when I saw the lights were already on.

"Oh," I said softly when I saw who was in the kitchen.

"I know why I can't sleep. Why can't you?" Y/N asked, not turning around.

"I just. . . I was. . ." I quickly stopped talking when she looked at me from over her shoulder. 

"Just come in," she sighed, turning back around. "I don't care."

I hesitated before walking over to the fridge. I instantly grabbed a beer and walked around so I was leaning against the counter. I opened my beer and took a large sip, not sure whether or not I should leave.

I couldn't help but look over at Y/N, watching as she continued to read through a file. "What's that?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"New target," she said, not looking up as she lifted her mug to her lips and took a sip. I just nodded, not sure what else to say.

I watched her scan through the various documents in her file, ignoring me. The longer I stared at her, the more I realized she really didn't care that I was standing there, watching her.

"About earlier," I said, clearing my throat. Y/N sighed as she put down her file and looked up at me.

"You mean about how you almost killed me? Rapp, you do realize that was over a week ago, right?"

"Well, yeah. I just. . ." I stuttered, unsure of how to phrase what I wanted to say.

"If this is you trying to apologize," she sighed, "you suck at it."